Joining my sisters in spirit over at Lisa Jo’s for some blogging fellowship. One word. Five minutes. No take backs.
Grace is feeling the wind blow off the white caps.
Grace is seeing the trees sway in rhythm with the rain.
Grace is holding that babe, the one you thought would never be, and calling him yours.
Grace is watching Batman fight the evils of the world behind a mask and cape, with peanut butter on his cheeks.
Grace is seeing the colors come to life on the page as her imagination pours out of her fingers, her mind, her heart.
Grace is listening to her pick up the instrument and play Katy Perry by ear, even though she’s an Eric Church girl.
Grace is seeing him play, with abandon, one kid in his arms, one on his back, and chasing a third while one giggles on the sidelines.
Grace is seeing him in the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher when I’m home late, again.
Grace is falling under the covers, and feeling his arm wrap around me.
Grace is rolling over at 3 a.m., and the baby is still sleeping.
Grace is knowing that today I messed up, and mommy guilt is piling high, but His mercy never ends.
Grace is knowing that tomorrow is a new day, with a new sunrise or rain shower, and it all starts over again.
Grace is knowing that I’ll never be perfect, I’ll never be enough, but resting in the knowledge He will.